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The sterile, flickering fluorescent lights of the O2 room hummed with an oppressive energy as the emergency meeting was called. Grian stood unnervingly still, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow, while Etho's gaze remained fixed on him, sharp and accusing. Suspicion saturated the air, thick enough to choke on. Around the table, you, Skizz, Grian, Etho, Bdubs, and Scar watched one another, the silence stretching thin until it threatened to snap. The tension is electric. What do you do?